It has been two days since boy and I have spoken. 48 hours. I must press on.
Ha, it may seem weird that I am literally counting the days, but I have to play it that way. This boy is a like a drug; exciting, fun, addictive, and just plain bad for me. So of course getting over him is a process in which I literally have to go one day at a time. The more time I put between talking to him or seeing him is just one more day that I am getting over him, right?
I hate this. Only seven more weeks of school left and then I am out. Gone. Bye bye baby. No more of this crazy boy after that!
Can I make it?